He sits by the rock
Looking at the passing cars
At the happy families
Travelling to the lake for the festivals
He envies those that stop by the market
Buying the whole goat
And chickens
For Christmas
He hears the town kids' glee
About a man named Santa
Who gives them gifts
For being good children
He wonders to himself,
Haven't I been a good child?
I have swept the compound daily
And helped in the farms
He thinks Praying to find the answers to his questions
Hoping to find any logic
Just wishing for a voice
Then humbly,
He looks up to the sky and says "Santa! Santa! I need a gift"
"Make my parents well forever" "Santa! I have been a good child"
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